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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Project: Eden's Garden (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Damon Maitsu & Eva Tsunaka (Project: Eden's Garden), Eva Tsunaka & Diana Venicia (Project: Eden's Garden), Damon Maitsu/Eva Tsunaka (Project: Eden's Garden), Eva Tsunaka/Diana Venicia (Project: Eden's Garden) Characters: Eva Tsunaka (Project: Eden's Garden), Diana Venicia (Project: Eden's Garden), Damon Maitsu (Project: Eden's Garden), (only in Eva's mind though) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Eva Tsunaka Needs a Hug (Project: Eden's Garden), Eva Tsunaka Lives (Project: Eden's Garden), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, can be read as platonic or romantic for both, Eva Tsunaka-Centric, au where damon is the ch1 killer, ch2 nightmare sequence used as inspo, Dream Sequence, Angst with a Bittersweet Ending Summary:

"Eva Tsunaka has had this dream before.

When she was really little, it scared her; trapped at the bottom of the ocean, unable to move, or speak, or scream. There were always chains, or weights, something that kept her from getting up to the surface. It pulled her away from the friends she knew were up there, if only she could get to them. No matter how much she fought, how much she hurt herself trying, she never got to the surface.

Now, though, it's almost peaceful. She doesn't have to check her legs to know there are no weights; she could swim up if she wanted to. But it's so much easier to lie here, to let the sand and silt swallow her up, to accept defeat."

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an AU where Damon is the ch1 killer instead of Eva. She takes it badly.

title from refraction girl by weevildoing :)

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I wrote the 4th chapter of my Stevaria fanfic :DD

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kidzuki Kokone | Athena Cykes/Morizumi Shinobu | Juniper Woods Characters: Morizumi Shinobu | Juniper Woods, Kidzuki Kokone | Athena Cykes, minor roles for robin and hugh Additional Tags: Fluff, Pre-Canon, and during canon and post canon later, Juniper Woods-Centric, 3+1 fic, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Mutual Pining, Letters, Flowers Summary:

"The just-barely-setting sunlight streams through Juniper's window, making her room glow. Juniper taps her pen against her desk, biting her lip. The blank page of carefully chosen stationary stares back at her, menacingly, as it has done for the past thirty minutes. Her schoolwork sits forgotten in her bag, her phone likewise silenced and discarded on her nightstand, all because of one small problem. One teensy tiny problem by the name of Athena Cykes. Well, not a problem, really, but more of an... unexpected reunion. And it's not really a reunion, either, because- Juniper sighs, spinning around in her chair, in anguish. How is this even happening to her? How could such a simple action set her whole day in a spin like this?"

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3 times Juniper saw sunflowers and thought of Athena, and one time Athena saw clovers and thought of Juniper.

split into chapters because they stand on their own + the wc got way out of hand LOL

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kidzuki Kokone | Athena Cykes/Morizumi Shinobu | Juniper Woods, Kidzuki Kokone | Athena Cykes & Morizumi Shinobu | Juniper Woods Characters: Morizumi Shinobu | Juniper Woods, Kidzuki Kokone | Athena Cykes, other turnabout academy characters mentioned but not that important Additional Tags: Character Study, Gen or Pre-Slash, Case 5-3: Turnabout Academy, Chronic Illness, Angst, some dialogue borrowed from canon Summary:

"Juniper Woods, for all her positives, has always been a sickly girl. People tiptoe around it- people like to act like it doesn't matter that much, but it does. The endless bottles of pills of all shape and size on her dresser serve as evidence of that. Even on good days, she's never "all there" in the same way her friends are all there; she never gets the luxury of being completely fine. The fuzz in her head keeps her from getting in on a joke, or her burning lungs make everyone stop or leave her behind on a short walk, or she postpones school proceedings because she's too lightheaded to give the student council president's customary opening speech.

October 24th, 2027 is no such good day."

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Juniper-centric exploration of her chronic illness, her time in the detention center, and the-end-justifies-the-means approach to law.

title from fainéant girl by weevildoing !

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I watched Sinners (2025) and it inspired me to write something

Under the cut is a conversation between Steven and Aria

(CW: mentions of child abuse, implied animal/Pokemon abuse)

“You know, I had a brother too.”

Steven glanced up. His lips spread into a smirk, one with a hint of bitterness. “Yeah? You killed him too?”

Aria shook her head. “No, but I did kill our mother.”

He did a double take, eyes widening.

“You- you killed your own mother?”

She scowled. “Yeah, and you killed your own brother. Don’t be a hypocrite now.”

Steven bit his tongue.

She slowly started making her way towards him, one hand on her hip.

“Sarah Meyer. A pleasant woman when you meet her. Funny, creative, you could call her a friend after just one day.”

Aria looked down. “But a lot can happen behind closed doors. She wanted our family to fit this picture-perfect image she had in her mind, and even resorted to violence to get it. Not just to Jacob and I; not just to our father, Charles; but also to my sweet baby Yeoreum.”

The black-eyed Espeon wound around and between her legs.

“Threatened to take him away whenever I did something she didn’t approve of, which happened a lot. Imagine if someone did that to your Miki.”

Steven inhaled sharply, his blood boiling at the thought.

“You see, I had a choice to make, one that my ‘friend’ offered me. I could either die physically and live on spiritually, or live on physically and die spiritually. My mom was suffocating me, Steven, so of course I chose the former. I didn’t know the details, though, I certainly wish I did.”

“If you could go back in time back to that night you were bit,” Steven said, his red eyes staring into her hollow ones. “Would you choose the second option?”

Aria took a step back, mulling over her next words carefully as she fiddled with her locket.

“Well, the honest answer is that I don’t know. I love everything that my new life has given me, if you could call it that. Freedom from my past, the ability to make all kinds of choices for myself and my loved ones.”

Yeoreum purred deeply, rubbing his face against her shin.

“No one to tell me what to do or how to be.”

Steven looked down. “Can you really call that freedom, though? Outliving those same loved ones, the time you can be out and about cut in half, surviving on the blood of the living?”

Aria nodded, not meeting his gaze. “Therein lies the catch. That day, the day I died, that was the last time I’ve seen my brother. Last time I saw my halmeoni, my grandmother: the one who gave me this locket. Last time I’ve properly felt the sun. I don’t know where any of them are, whether they’re still alive. Not like I could go see them. Hence my answer: I don’t know.”

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hiii these are my tptm ocs' hospital admission forms!! tw for much discussion of mental disorders and mental health, discussion of child abuse, and brief mention of a suicide attempt (dw she's fine)

Name: Harper "Holly" Perrier

Occupation: Student

Date of Birth: 12/25/2006

Date of Examination: 8/16/2022

Chronological Age: 15 years

Examiner: Xiomara Huapaya, PMHNP

Referral/Intake Information: Harper is a 15-year-old girl being treated for Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Autism Spectrum Disorder, Maladaptive Daydreaming Disorder, Avoidant-Restrictive Food Intake Disorder, and Dissociate Amnesia Disorder. She was involuntarily hospitalized after showing a teacher bruises inflicted by her parents, but according to her, no longer remembers that interaction nor how she got the bruises.

Behavioral Observations: Harper presented for the evaluation in the company of Verity. She was bubbly and cooperative, but did not seem to know what was going on and often answered questions with impossibilities or contradictory statements to Verity. Many of her answers seemed to indicate a detachment from reality. She did not respond to her legal name, only to "Holly". Verity stated "She's not trying to obstruct[...] The name no longer holds any meaning to her." Harper was friendly and smiling throughout the assessment, but did not speak nor seem to be listening until addressed directly, otherwise looking off to the side and swaying back and forth in her chair.

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Name: Verity Perrier

Occupation: Student

Date of Birth: 04/10/2005

Date of Examination: 8/16/2022

Chronological Age: 17 years

Examiner: Xiomara Huapaya, PMHNP

Referral/Intake Information: Verity is a 17-year-old girl being treated for Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Autism Spectrum Disorder, Major Depressive Disorder, Paranoid Personality Disorder, and Depersonalization/Derealization Disorder. She was voluntarily hospitalized after a failed suicide attempt in which she attempted to hang herself, but "tied the knot wrong". She stated she "wouldn't have done anything about it if [Harper] wasn't already admitted".

Behavioral Observations: Verity presented for the evaluation in the company of Harper. She insisted on this arrangement, stating, "[Harper] isn't going to know what's happening anyways." She was overly formal throughout the assessment, referring to me as "Miss" and "Ma'am" and "Doctor" even after I told her this was not necessary. Verity was cooperative throughout the assessment, but seemed nervous and bit at her fingernails repeatedly when asked questions. She spoke of academic and social pressure from her peers. When asked if she could confirm the source of Harper's bruises, Verity asked if it was mandatory that she answer every question. This was the only question she refused to answer.

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I wrote more of Marian’s pokepasta guys

I finished the autopsy scene :3

Please lmk what you think!!!

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for the oneshot asks ♡ these have all been so lovely!

ignore how it's been like. almost two years (WHAT THE HELL THE PASSAGE OF TIME IS SCARY) i am doing these again and got inspired for this one so here you go lol!

Ena huffs and erases her sketch for what must be the thousandth time. The intense erasing sound drowns out the peaceful bubbling sound of the fountain she's sitting a few feet away from.

"Mizuki, I am straight up going to kill my art teacher," she deadpans. Mizuki cackles as she continues. "How the hell am I supposed to 'transfer the magic of this rose to the page'? What does that even mean?!" She smacks her sketchbook with the back of her hand in frustration, causing a dull ache in her hand and absolutely no damage to the sketchbook. "This is so not fair! I'm not even a caster!"

Mizuki plays with her hair. "Hey, this is your own fault for taking such hard classes."

"Shut up!!" Ena pushes Mizuki lightly, causing Mizuki to laugh even harder. "Cut it out or I'll throw you into the fountain," she threatens, but her tone gives her away. Ena tunes out her laughter to try and focus on her subject. She stares at the rose in front of her, made purely of light magic. Whoever made this had to shape that magic into those thin strands, and then delicately sew those together into the shape of the flower she sees now. She mimes how she imagines they did it, trying to get some sort of concept of how to draw it.

"Ughhhhh, this is IMPOSSIBLE," Ena groans, slumping against the brick museum wall. She buries her face in her hands. "I'm gonna fail! And then I'm not going to have enough credits, and-"

"Um, Ena," Mizuki nudges her arm, to no response.

"-they're gonna kick me out, and then I'll-"

"Ena," Mizuki implores, grabbing and shaking Ena's shoulder lightly.

"-and nobody's ever going to want to buy my art again and my career will be OV-"

"ENA!" Mizuki yells, and shakes Ena rather forcefully.

"WHAT?!" Ena moves to shove Mizuki's hand off of her, but freezes because between them is a single, unnaturally still, bubble. She reaches out and pokes it, and it POP!s with a loud sound like a cartoon. "What the..."

Mizuki gestures out towards the rest of the courtyard. Tens, maybe hundreds, of identical bubbles are scattered around the space,

"How... did these..." Ena stammers, a little in awe of the sight.

"They all showed up when you were freaking out." Mizuki says, but she has a melody to her tone that implies something Ena doesn't understand.

Ena just blinks.

"You know... like how people find out they're casters allllll the time in anime?" Mizuki continues, and Ena scoffs.

"Oh, come on! That's not something that happens in real life," Ena protests.

"Look around! It happened! What other explanation is there?" Mizuki gestures, and Ena stops to consider it, at least. If she's really a caster, maybe she could...

Ena mimes stretching something out like a string, the same motions she did earlier when she was mimicking the light magic. Miraculously, bright blue springs out of her fingertips, and forms a thin line like the lines that make up the rose. She gasps quietly. This changes everything. For starters, this assignment is going to be so much easier-

Mizuki cuts off Ena's train of thought before she can give herself too many delusions of grandeur. "Okay, so now that you've probably got this impossible assignment covered, why don't you take me out to dinner? Y'know, since I helped you discover your magic and all."

"You are SO annoying," she laughs, and Mizuki winks.

"That's why you loooove meeeee," she stretches out her words, and dodges swiftly as Ena tries to punch her in the shoulder.